I read from a page of personal scripture, and the words had never been more clear. Last August on one of the hardest nights I've had to swallow, I collapsed on my couch at 1am and bawled. Through the years, through the heartache, through the trials, it's always been in the back of my mind. When my dad came back in and told me that my home teacher said, "When we were giving her that blessing, the only thing on my mind was that this girl is going to be a great missionary someday."įor whatever reason, that has never left me. Afterward, the two of them went out to the porch to talk. When I was a young girl, no more than ten years old, my father asked our home teacher to help him with a blessing because I was so sick.
I could remember back to Primary when the bishopric member would say, "Okay, now who wants to serve a mission?!" And all the kids would jump up with their hands waving in the air, and I'd be sitting down with my friend and would exchange looks, "HECK NO." They billowed from my eyes, and I was in sobs before I realized what was happening. It was a battleground of teardrops that were just waiting for this moment. She kept her intent stare, and quietly whispered, "But you know you need to."īefore the words left her mouth, I was in tears. Reality set in, and I was back in the living room, and found myself using the same answer. I'm not really planning on it, but I'd love to go.", Before I was able to rattle off my normal, "Ahh, you know. It felt like I was on the edge of a high dive, and getting ready to jump. It was like I was hit by a sudden jolt of electricity, and my eyes filled with tears before I could even think twice. There was something different about that time. I was approached by two young women with tags, and was asked the same question. Immediately my mind rushed to three days prior, where I was in the room of the Christus in Salt Lake City. What was I to expect, being 21? I stared at her for a while. It was the thousandth time I'd been asked, and the second time within a few hours. She looked deep into my eyes and asked if I would be serving a mission for the LDS church. So set one up, He did.Īs I found myself in the living room of a complete stranger in California, ready to spend the night while on my "Disneyland Sister Trip", the conversation turned more serious. And He knew I was going to need a good push. Just the final nudge to send me over the edge, and onto a decision that will alter the very details of my eternity.Īs I've come to realize, it was the plan all along. It was the night that changed the course of my life, but it wasn't the deciding factor. I wish with my whole heart that I could remember what was said in the conversation that night.
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